Countee Cullen

(30 May 1903 – 9 January 1946 / New York)

For A Poet - Poem by Countee Cullen

I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth,
And laid them away in a box of gold;
Where long will cling the lips of the moth,
I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth;
I hide no hate; I am not even wroth
Who found the earth's breath so keen and cold;
I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth,
And laid them away in a box of gold.


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  • (2/22/2018 7:16:00 AM)


    its very interesting and cool (Report) Reply

  • (5/7/2015 8:46:00 AM)


    Do moths have lips? Honestly - or was line entirely contrived in order to rhyme with another? (Report) Reply

    (5/10/2015 12:12:00 AM)

    Yo soy la Marisposa de la Muerte! Absolutely love that photo Kim!

    Kim Barney (5/7/2015 4:18:00 PM)

    Right on, John. I don't think moths have lips, either, but my BUTTERFLY OF DEATH does.

  • (3/3/2014 1:11:00 PM)


    i love this poems and the poems are like telling the future (Report) Reply

  • (8/31/2009 3:22:00 AM)


    Does this remind anyone of Yeats? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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